I've got to give it up I've got to give it up

That stuff

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up

That stuff



Tell my mama and tell my pa

That their fine young son didn't get far

He made it to the end of a bottle

Sitting in a sleazy bar



He tried hard but his spirit broke

He tried until he nearly choked

In the end he lost his

Bottle drinking alcohol



I've got to give it up I've got to give it up

That stuff

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up

That stuff



Tell my brother I tried to write and

Put pen to paper but I was frightened

I couldn't seem to get the words out right

Right quite right



Tell my sister I'm sinking slow

Now and again I powder my nose

In the end I lost my bottle

It smashed in a casbah



I've got to give it up I've got to give it up

That stuff

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up

That stuff



I've got to give it up I've got to give it up

That stuff

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up

That stuff



I've been messing with the heavy stuff

For a time I couldn't get enough

But I'm waking up and it's wearing off

Junk don't take you far



Tell my Mama I'm coming home

In my youth I'm getting older

And I think it's lost control

Mama I'm coming home



I've got to give it up I've got to give it up

That stuff

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up

That stuff